“OH MY GOD GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” He gave me one of his annoying smirks, and seriously.
I just want to kill him.
HARD.

And especially that Mr. Jung.
How could he do this to me??

/Le faints/

“你沒事吧, Han Jina?” (A/N: “Are you all right, Han Jina?”) Mr. Jung looked at me as he kept his paper inside his brown satchel bag.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
I am not alien like Kris
Please
Stahp

“Earth language, please?” I tried not to sound sarcastic but my classmates laughed which made it sound really sarcastic.
Mr. Jung sighed as he removed his glasses from his eyes.
“Are you all right? Why were you so noisy?”

I was about to speak when he stood up and bowed.
“對不起, 這都是我的錯. 我不停地撓她，這就是為什麼她的反應的方式. 對不起了.” (A/N:”I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I kept tickling her that's why she reacted that way. I'm sorry again.”)

What is he saying?
Seriously?
The fuke, stop with your alien-ish language, will you?
I kennat

Mr. Jung eyed me and returned to his business and Kris sat down beside me and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Hey,” He said as he poked my cheek.
What now?
Ugh

This queen is planning to avoid you for the rest of this whole partner thing. It will be over real soon.

“Oh, yeah. Wait, I forgot to announce this!” He said as he waved a piece of paper infront of us.
We all groaned.
We're sick of his announcements because none of them are good.

Well, there was this time when he announced that we'll have a free spare-ribs at the canteen if all of us memorized 100 pages from the dictionary, and we all ended up in the detention because we tried to push our way in the kitchen, claiming our spare-ribs.

You see why I hate him?

“You have to finish this paper by tomorrow because this is 30% of your grade this semester.”
We all groaned and seriously, I could hear someone cursing him in French.

YOU DESERVE IT
But oh well, as long as I'm working alone, then I'm fine.

“And you have to submit it by pairs.” I mentally groaned. This isn't good, really. I'm dying.

Hyun Jae, my oh so ever inquisitive classmate raised his hand and asked Mr. Jung.
“Are we paired by friends this time?”

He shook his head and smiled at us.

Oh no
This is nat good
I kennat
I don't like the sound of this.

“Your partner will be the same as your buddies this coming School trip. And that'll be for the rest of the school year.”

The fuke.
I can't.

“So I guess it's fate, huh?” He winked at me.

Fate?
I don't believe that.
Because you said it, I won't believe it.
Ugh

My life, everyone.
It's over.

Oh w